Fox Demon: Li Chungang’s talent at the beginning, simulates reincarnation

Dongfang Yue Yue, who was on the side, covered his forehead, looking pitiful, obviously aggrieved.

Why does this big brother hit people so often?

It was simply scarier than the ghost uncle described by my mother.

half an hour.

Xu Changqing couldn't help but continue to look at Dongfang Yue Yue and asked: "How did your mother describe me before, no, how did she describe the Yiling ancestor?"

"Xiaochu, can you tell me more carefully?"

"Hey, Brother Gao Shou, you must be a loyal fan of Yiling Patriarch. This is true."

When he talked about this, Dongfang Yueju seemed to have opened up a chat box.

He kept talking with excitement on his face: "To be honest, you asked the right person this!"

"Ever since I was born, the thing my mother has said the most to me is about that damn uncle."

"My mother said that Patriarch Yiling is the worst villain in the world and our family's biggest enemy. He almost destroyed our family."

"If it weren't for the ancestors of Yiling, our family would still be a top wealthy family. With clothes on our hands and food on our hands, my mother and I would still be living a luxurious life every day."

"How could he end up in such a homeless and wandering life? He has harmed our family and my aunt for the rest of her life."

"So, my mother would take that damn uncle's spiritual tablet and curse at me every day, three times in the morning, noon and evening, without stopping."

...............

Hearing this, a touch of bitterness appeared on Xu Changqing's cheeks.

It turns out that in the eyes of Junior Sister Qin Lan, am I worthy of being hated like this?

Yes.

What reason does she have not to hate herself?

Although he had severed ties with Shenhuo Manor, his family was still implicated in the end.

After listening to a stick of incense.

Dongfang Yue's words made Xu Changqing feel as if something was stabbing him deep in his heart.

However, there are twists and turns.

Suddenly, Dongfang Yuechu seemed to remember something, so he changed the topic and said, "But when I was seven years old, on my mother's birthday, I secretly hid outside the door and saw her crying while holding my uncle's spirit tablet!"

"At that time, I realized that although my mother said so many harsh words, she actually didn't hate my uncle at all!"

"Mom, she misses him more than anyone else, miss him!"

At this moment, Xu Changqing felt extremely moved.

His lips moved slightly, as if he had thousands of words he wanted to ask, but at this moment, he didn't know where to start.

"Your mother, is she still here?"

When the words came to his lips, Xu Changqing finally took back the words and did not ask.

Maybe if we don't disturb each other, we can be safe.

As for whether Dongfang Qinlan would encounter any danger to his life, Xu Changqing believed that this was impossible.

After all, when he left, he entrusted most of his inheritance to her.

"Hey, it's been sixteen years."

"It's time for me to open my eyes and take a look at the outside world!"

But just when Xu Changqing was about to leave the mountain, he remembered that his junior sister's son was still with him.

At the beginning of this month in the East.

Xu Changqing can be said to have a preference for his little junior sister.

Xu Changqing naturally treats her son as her own child.

Although he doesn't know his uncle.

But it doesn't stop him from helping him. He doesn't look at the monk's face and the Buddha's face. Even if he doesn't look at Dongfang Qinlan's face, Xu Changqing will not ignore his nephew.

"Xiao Chu, do you want to become your teacher? I can teach you many powerful spells?"

Xu Changqing asked.

"Brother Master, do you really want to teach me spells?"

Dongfang's eyes shined brightly at the beginning of the month.

But he soon seemed to have thought of something, and said hesitantly: "But my mother asked me not to learn magic. She said that our family has many big enemies, the Wang Quan family, the Li family, the Yang family..."

"Especially since you can't learn the spells of the Taoist Alliance. When you grow up, you won't be able to join the Yiqi Taoist Alliance."

"No, what I want to teach you is not the Dao Alliance's spells, but what I have learned throughout my life!"

Standing with one hand behind his back, Xu Changqing is full of strength.

"I dare to ask, Brother Master, what is your life's study?"

His heart was shaken, Dongfang Yue raised his head, his eyes revealed the curiosity that should be expected at his age.

Xu Changqing's eyes were sharp, "What I have learned all my life is the way of ghosts!"

Hearing this, Dongfang Yue was completely dumbfounded: "Ghost way?"

"Isn't that the cultivation system created by my uncle? My uncle who was a ghost in the mass grave died because he practiced the ghost way and was besieged by the righteous people in the world!"

"Brother Gao...we have no grievances, please don't harm us!"

"And I've heard that people who practice the ghost way will become inhuman, ghosts, and demons."

Xu Changqing rolled his eyes and said speechlessly: "You only heard it from others. The ghost ways that others practice are all pirated. The inheritance left by the Yiling Patriarch is just some trivial and simple cultivation methods."

"What I have mastered here has been perfected a long time ago. The authentic ghost cultivation method can make you invincible in the world in just one year of practice."

"Come on, kid."

"Learn the ghost way, don't suffer, don't be fooled!"

"No, no, no!"

"I don't want to learn even if I die. I don't want to end up like my damn uncle and end up dying young."

Dongfang Yue shook his head crazily, his body trembling.

Chapter Mass Grave, General Bai's whereabouts

"You kid, you really don't know how to be blessed in the midst of blessings. I don't know how to teach others about my ghost magic skills if they want to learn from me!"

"It's good for you..."

Youyou sighed, Xu Changqing's face was full of helplessness.

After continuing to look at Dongfang Yue Yue twice, the more Xu Changqing looked at him, the more he felt that his bones were amazing, his talent was excellent, and he was a good material for learning ghost magic.

It would be a shame for this kid not to be his successor.

However, Xu Changqing, who never imposed his own ideas on others, didn't say much.

Time passed little by little, and the sky gradually darkened.

Accompanied by a biting cold wind blowing by.

"Brother Master!"

"Shh, don't talk!"

"somebody is coming!"

Suddenly, a series of footsteps sounded outside the mass grave.

Xu Changqing, with quick eyes and quick hands, immediately pulled Dongfang Yue Yue and asked him to hide aside.

And he hid closer and leaned against the big tree.

So, it took less than a while.

More than ten figures appeared, carrying lanterns and walking from the mountain road on the opposite side.

It's almost late at night.

This group of people came specifically to the mass grave.

"Brother Ximen, why are you dragging us here so late at night? Aren't you afraid of actually disturbing the ghost of Yiling ancestor?"

"Hmph, what are you afraid of? The ancestor of Yiling has been beaten to ashes by the Qi Dao Alliance for I don't know how many years, and there has been no movement!"

The person walking at the front of the team has a face like a crown jade and a feather fan and silk scarf.

He is the famous jade-faced Fengjun in the world, Ximen Chuisha.

And behind him were some people.

Most of them are casual cultivators from all over the world.

From a long way away, I could hear them chatting and talking.

Some people were scared, some were excited, and some even showed curiosity.

The restricted area of ​​Yiling Mountain and Mass Graves gives people such a mysterious impression.

The old nest of the Yiling ancestor was also the place where the ancestor fell.

After all, his cave had left a lot of handbooks on ghost magic, especially the method of refining vicious corpses, which was even more eye-catching.

Someone was lucky enough to learn something trivial, and his career skyrocketed from there.

Although facing the mysterious restricted area is frightening, it also indirectly attracts many desperadoes to explore.

Over the years, many desperate people have come to the Yiling Mountain Mass Graves to try their luck. If you are lucky, you might be able to pick up the inheritance left by the ancestors of Yiling.

Just take a gamble and turn your bicycle into a motorcycle.

After following Ximen Chuisha to this mass grave, in addition to most of them being casual cultivators, there were two other people who were old friends of Ximen Chuisha.

We had a lifelong friendship when we were young and have known each other for decades.

Both of them.

They are Little Fire God Chihuo and Hanyu Sword Shitang.

The rest are all casual cultivators from all over the world, from all over the world.

Crows squawked in groups, hovering near Yiling Mountain, which was gradually shrouded in darkness, making the atmosphere here even more eerie and strange.

An inexplicable chill made the hearts of these people tremble.

Suddenly.

In the team.

Chi Huo, who had always been on good terms with Ximen Chuisha, followed behind him and said in a confused tone: "Brother Ximen, you specifically asked Shitang and me to come all the way this time. Are you planning to take us to dig at this mass grave at night?" Grave, right?"

"Dig a grave?"

He glanced back, and a hint of disdain flashed at the corner of Ximen Chuisha's mouth, "The situation is too small!"

"Ok?"

As if he smelled something, Shitang on the side couldn't help but asked curiously: "Brother Ximen, please stop being so pretentious and tell us why you summoned us to this mass grave!"

His words immediately aroused the curiosity of many people.

Seeing that everyone was asking questions, Ximen Chuisha stopped hiding it. He said in a deep tone: "Recently, my informants found out a piece of news here. That thing appeared in the mass grave."

"That thing?"

"Could it be..."

Some people in the crowd guessed it.

Their breath caught, their voices trembling.

Some people are greedy, and some are fearful. In short, it caused quite a stir.

Well known.